On the Fourth Floor

Sitting alone in this third floor apartment

As alone as a body can be,

Staring at streetlamps til way after midnight

Starving for your company.

Longing to call, but knowing you’re busy

With your life and your brand new love. You’re up on the fourth floor

While I sit here longing,

With heaven just one floor above.

 

There was a time when you said you loved me

And promised to always be true,

But I wasn’t ready, the timing seemed wrong, and

I acted just like a fool.

Now that I know the mistake that I made

You’ve had the strength to move on.

You’re up on the fourth floor,

Happy at last,

While I sit here drinking alone.

 

No one can know how good we might have been

If I had seen Heaven back when.

I can’t help but wonder; would I get it right

If I had the chance to start over again?

 

I hope you’re happy. Hope that it lasts.

I hope that he’ll always be true.

But if things don’t work out, just call out my name

And I will come running to you.

One floor below you, just biding my time,

Knowing that Heaven’s in view

Up on the fourth floor you smile down at me

And I’m patiently waiting for you.